Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

His eyes turned scarlet. He clutched Gwendolyn’s wrist, not noticing that he was gripping her so tightly that her skin was turning pale.

Cedrick shoved him away, wrapped Gwendolyn in his arms, and massaged her wrist.

Gwendolyn sighed. Her tone was stern as she said, “You acted rashly tonight, Treyton. I understand how you must be feeling, but I don’t agree with you giving away fifteen percent of the company’s shares to the Newton family.”

Treyton gaped at her in disbelief. “For all your talk about being sisters with Jennifer, you won’t even save her when she’s in trouble. When have you become so unfeeling, Gwendolyn?”

“Me, unfeeling?”

Gwendolyn was incredulous. Her rage began to boil.

As Treyton had had a traumatic night, she did her best to remain patient. “I don’t want to hold a grudge against somebody who can’t think straight. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

Treyton’s gaze grew cold.

Everything that had happened at the party had lost him his wits. “I’ll do it myself if you won’t. My shares, my call.”

He turned to go, but Gwendolyn had enough. Done with coddling him, she dashed forward and slapped him across the face.

Smack!

The crisp slap echoed in the air.

As she had used her full strength, Treyton’s face tilted to the side, and a red imprint of her hand appeared instantly on his cheek. He stared at her, dumbstruck.

Cedrick, too, was stunned. He remained rooted to the spot.

Massaging his stinging cheek, Treyton fumed, “How dare you hit me, Gwendolyn?”

Faced with his accusatory glare, Gwendolyn raised her chin defiantly.

“I’m not hitting you as your little sister but as the head of the Harris family. Now would you calm down? Can you listen to me?”

She looked stern, like the head of the family she was.

Treyton was fuming, he did not say a

had regained some control, she continued, “You’re a smart man, Treyton. I’ll give you some time to cool down and reflect on your actions. Before you think things

at her, somewhat hurt. “Are you placing me under house arrest,

under house arrest? Think of it as

turned to address Cedrick. “Could you marshal some men who aren’t on active duty

decisively.

one of them with batons. You have my permission to beat him up if he tries

his laughter. If it came to that, she would

must obey me with no exceptions. If you won’t, we’re going to the ancestral hall and I will have you tried according to our family law. Feel free to test me, but don’t expect me to go easy on

I’m

If you piss me off, I will have you beaten up so severely that you pass out and spend the next two weeks in bed. By then, you would only be able to watch the broadcast of Jennifer’s engagement party. Would

clenched. He refused to say another

Cedrick’s, Gwendolyn left.

said, “Call me when you’ve

stood, Treyton watched as she and Cedrick entered the

car did

sounded. The smart-looking soldiers surrounded

negotiations but preferred to strike first instead. Forced back into his villa, Treyton shut the door

was securely inside his house did Gwendolyn and Cedrick disappear into the

showed up early the following morning at her office at Mossey Corporation,

talking things through with Kieran, their relationship had lost some of its stiffness. Though far from being on good terms, they would exchange

her secretary had taken

following two days coaching her

the HR department arrived with the new

taking her attention off the documents in

permission, the two

imposing poise and a handsome face. He had a presence

so much

the secretary’s resume on her table. “This candidate is very well qualified, Ms.

typing. She did

my appointments have to be made one week in advance with the exception of special circumstances. You cannot arrive at the office later than me. When I come in in the morning, I expect a fresh cup of coffee on my desk…” She went on

man nodded. “Understood, Ms.